We aren't telling our families, because they would throw a fit and tell us what a real honeymoon should be like. It would just be a waste of everyone's time, so until we are actually there, they just know we are going to Denver, nothing else.
Last night, I let myself kneel at the side of the bed, muted the TV, and said something for 10 minutes:
He is Master. I will obey.
I want to make it something I do every night, but I am too shy to do it in front of him. So, hopefully, he will allow me time to do it alone at night, and when I am comfortable, he will come in.
I feel so much better than I did yesterday.
Stupid periods. With medications, it's not as bad, but it's still bad. :(